Nimai Farewell

 I'll miss our soul-deep chats on evening walks.

I'll miss you sprawled on my bed, "Mom, let's do some talk."

I'll miss barging into your room, in the name of tea.

I'll miss our Discord disagreements. Screaming, shouting, taking away your glee.

I'll miss you lost and staring at your laptop screen.

I'll miss our sushi dates and our shopping sprees.

I'll miss us swaying to your "black" magic songs in my car.

I'll miss catching you sneaking sips from our house bar.

I'll miss your quiet 'I appreciate that" comment so rare, so true.

I'll miss the lockdown treats so diligently cooked by you.

I'll  miss your longing for carrot sabzi and yellow daal

I'll miss your sweet persuasion to pay hefty for those curly baal(hair)

I'll miss your flushed-face hugs after every heated word and spinning head

I'll miss discovering trash-looking treasures under your bed.

I'll miss the silly secrets only you and I would share, 

I'll miss your shrieking at a spider dangling in the air

I'll miss my Tuesday helper hauling out the trash

I'll miss you grinning ask - "Hey Mom, Zelle or cash"

I'll miss our almost everyday 7-Eleven runs,

I'll miss depriving our sofa of wrappers, chips, and crumbs

I'll miss you, my son, in every quiet, aching space — 

I'll miss the love, the fights, the bond no time can erase.